A Bouquet of Admiration ~ Stiles Stilinski
You’ve been pretty much in love with Stiles all year, but other things have happened. He dated other people, you had supernatural things to deal with, etc. Things are good in Beacon Hills now and he’s single, but you keep quiet about your feelings. One day he comes into the flower shop you work in, buying a big bouquet of flowers for Lydia or something. You can’t help but feel a little bit jealous.
It's a fine Sunday morning. Sundays are always nice, because the shop is always steady, and on this day the sun happens to be out. You're happy. A few of the other workers are in the back working on different bouquets while you are at the front, taking people's orders of flowers. There's a lovely display of soft pink Hydrangeas on the counter next to you. A customer is just finishing an order of daffodils when you hear the door open and your heart nearly skips a beat.
Because Stiles Stilinski just walked into the flower shop.
"(Y/N)!" Stiles says politely, giving you a small smile and then letting you finish up with the customer. You try your best to smile back normally, but anyone would be able to see the nervousness in your eyes.
Once the customer is satisfied with their order, you tell them to have a nice day, and suddenly it's just you and Stiles.
"Uh, wow," he says, touching a petal of some daisies on display. "It smells nice in here." He stops and stares at the wall as if asking himself why the hell he just said that.
He walks over hesitantly to the counter. "I need to buy some flowers."
"Oh really?" You feel your heart beating heavily, but you play it cool. Hopefully he doesn't see how sweaty your palms are getting.
"Yeah. Uh, so, what do you recommend?"
You take a seat on the stool, resting your elbow on the counter. "It depends. Who are the flowers for?" Maybe he was getting them for his dad. Who knows?
He looks at you nervously. "This girl I like a lot."
Your heart slows down. Instead of feeling excited, you just feel disappointed. He didn't come here to see you, he came to get flowers for some girl. It's probably Lydia or Malia. He liked Lydia for a long time. And even though him and Malia broke up a few months ago, maybe he's trying to get back with her. Either way, you wish he would've picked somewhere else to get flowers from.
He leans against the counter. "I wanted to get a whole bouquet. Like a big fancy one."
"That's sweet." You're being fake as hell now, but at least you're trying. "Does she like a specific colour? Do you know if she has a favourite flower?"
"Can I ask who the girl is?" You know what type of flowers Malia and Lydia like. You're pretty good friends with them, especially Lydia, so the two of them have been in the flower shop a few times.
"Well, I'm not telling you." He grins, looking at the different flowers surrounding you both. "But I came here because I trust your opinion. If you like it, then this girl must like it."
You're a bit flattered that he admires your opinions, but you still wish he were gone. "Okay. Uh, well you can get multiple flowers, I guess. So we can pick out a few things that'll go together."
The two of you spend a while looking through the shop. You keep a few feet away from him, because he smells just as nice as the flowers, and it hurts your heart.
"So we're going for romantic?" You say, as he has his eyes on some simple red roses.
"Yeah. People like roses, right? What can I do with some roses."
You nod, writing down roses. "Most people do, yes. I love them, personally. We can include some red and white ones. And maybe add in a few other flowers, like some baby breath to it."
You show him what the Baby Breath looks like. It's just simple little white flowers to add more character to the bouquet. He seems to like it all. "And I'll add in some white Delphiniums. It'll be very beautiful."
You're writing this all down, so you don't notice how he's looking at you. "So, did you want to get this mailed to her? Or do you want to bring it yourself?"
You nod. You hope he doesn't bring it to her at school. You don't want to be around for that moment.
After Stiles pays, and you put his order in, he surprisngly stays in the store and talks to you. Customers who come in are just looking, or are picking up orders, but for the next hour or so you spend most of your time slacking off and talking to Stiles. When you're not thinking about the huge order of flowers he just bought for some other girl, you really feel happy with him. She's so lucky, you think.
You don't work Monday morning because you are at school, obviously, but you do know that Stiles' order was set for pickup right before school. The whole day you stress about it, avoiding Malia and Lydia in the halls just in case he pops up and confesses his love.
Stiles smiles at you once in the hall, opening his mouth, wanting to talk to you, but you run away. He probably wants to thank you for the flowers, or tell you his plan with Malia or Lydia, but you avoid it.
By the end of the day, you're in the clear. You rush home to the loft, opening your blinds, and sitting alone for a while. It's been a lonely day. You've been avoiding some of your best friends.
You regret not telling Stiles months ago how you feel about him. Or before he dated Malia. You've had many opportunities. About a month after he and Malia broke up, the two of you went to the movies together. You've been good friends for a few years, so going to the movies was normal. But he kind of touched your hand or your arm too many times on this date, and you swear he was giving you signals, but you ignored it all. You had your chance, and now he was getting a huge ass bouquet for some other girl.
In the evening, after you've eaten, and after you worked on some homework, the sun is setting. This is your favourite time of day. The sun always comes beautifully through the loft window, illuminating the room.
You're just watching some television, thinking about getting changed in to pyjamas soon, when there's a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" You yell, knowing that if it's a friend, they'll know you well enough to just open up the door.
"It's me!" Stiles yells. "Can you come open this please. My hands are full."
What on earth is he doing here now? Did is confession of love not work out well? Maybe he's coming to cry on your shoulder. But why are his hands full?"
"Uh, okay?" You say, getting up nervously.
When you slide open the huge loft door, you stop breathing for a moment.
Because Stiles is holding the bouquet in his hands, smiling proudly, yet at the same time a little bit nervously.
"Stiles?" You bite your lip.
He is really smiling as you let him step into the loft. "They're for you."
You stare at them. You didn't get to see them the night before because they weren't prepared yet when you got off work.
"Okay, hear me out," he says, his eyes blinking too fast. "I guess it is kind of cheesy that I came in and made you put together the bouquet when it was for you all along, but it was Scott's idea."
You feel like crying. This is insanely sweet. "Stiles-"
"Oh my god, you're crying. I'm so sorry if this is weird. I just needed to tell you that I kind of love you." He looks as if he's going to leave, so he's handing you the flowers. You take the bouquet, admiring it, trying to speak again but he continues. "That sounds stupid, but I do. I love you. You're always there for me, and you always make me laugh. I love how you work in a fuckin' flower shop, and how you're always so sweet and smell like flowers- that's weird. I'm sorry. If you don't feel the same way, I guess I just got the wrong idea by everything, I just really needed to tell you-"
"I love you," you breathe out, placing your free hand on his bicep and lightly letting your hand rub down his arm. "These are so beautiful."
He looks very surprised. His eyes are squinted, but he's just on the edge of a smile. The sunset is hitting his face beautifully, and it all makes you want to cry tears of joy. "Well, you picked them out. I do really love what you put together. Wait, why are you like crying?"
"Cause this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."
He smiles, stepping closer and fitting his arm around your waist. "Really?"
"And I totally have been pining after you for years. When you came in looking for flowers I assumed they were for Lydia or something. It was so heartbreaking."
He leans his forehead against the side of your head. Your arm goes around his waist as well, pulling him in close. "I'm so sorry," he says. "It was a risky idea."
"You're lucky this worked."
"Of course it worked, Stiles."
